This is my face after trying the chicken for the first time …
Southerners, I salute you!!!
Me: “This barbecue sauce is good. Strong, though.”
GF: “That’s not barbecue sauce. That’s ketchup.”
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My favorite poem of all time, read by W. H. Auden himself.
Dear GOD. This is my favorite poem of all time, read by W. H. Auden himself.
I had no idea this recording existed.
A tiny review of “Dr. Strange” (2016)
So Dr. Strange was pretty good — I’d give it a B+ for being a competent superhero origin movie that mostly handles its fantasy story devices quite well. The script smartly translates the story’s magical elements for the average viewer by having them articulated in language that sounds rational, and the rules seem consistent throughout.
It still strays occasionally into cartoonishness. (The astral projection sequences seem silly enough for 1995’s “Caspar the Friendly Ghost.”)
The film has three terrific leads in Benedict Cumberbatch, Tilda Swinton and Mads Mikkelsen. (The first two are allowed to shine; the third seems underused.)
The special effects are dazzling — I remember thinking inwardly throughout the film that an alternate title could be “Better Inception,” at least as far as its visuals are concerned.
All in all, it’s a by-the-numbers superhero origin story that’s still fun — and the special effects alone make it worth seeing.
Santiago Carbonell’s “Apologia Edades,” 2012
Eric Robert Nolan reads W. H. Auden’s “The Average”
November 30, 2016.
“It’s like water lilies drifting through Hell …”
Thus begins Dennis Villelmi’s newly published poem over at The Bees Are Dead, “The Hidden Player (The Starvation Pages: Part 1)”.
From The Bees Are Dead: “From one of our own… ‘The Hidden Player’ is the first limb of a severed body of work lovingly and darkly devised by our resident writer of all things epic, Gothic and poetic. Dennis Villelmi.
“Inspired, and approved of, by renowned expert on Jack the Ripper, Richard Patterson – this piece lays the first brick of what will be a bloodied cobblestone road of poetic dissection; revealing the evidence of an horrific truth about the true identity of London’s most notorious murderer. Click the link to view an historical dystopia portrayed through a marriage of the bleak and the eloquent in a way that only Villelmi can truly muster…”
Enjoy the start of this superb Gothic poetic series by clicking on the link above!
From Wikimedia Commons: “Newspaper broadsheet referring to the Whitechapel murderer (later known as “Jack the Ripper”) as “Leather Apron”, published immediately after the murder of Annie Chapman. Note that the details as printed on the broadsheet are inaccurate, since Chapman’s heart was not actually removed.”
Colors at the end of day.
I saw this as I was loading the car on my last day in Northern Virginia.
A high, narrow rainbow pierces a sepia autumn twilight.
Throwback Thursday: “Handmade” Turkeys!
First grade memories … every kid in America made one of these at least once.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
Raimondo Madrazo’s “Fond Memories”
Circa 1910? Oil on canvas.
Rolling hills of burning gold.
Northern Virginia bids the day adieu, with a fiery salute.
